Morning’s first rays peeped intrusively between the curtains. A honeyed glow revealed her curled up, fetal like in the corner of her double bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was oblivious to the interruption.
‘Darling, it’s time to wakeup.’ My whisper fell limp as she brushed it away, retreating back into slumber. I sat beside her and swept her hair from her face, my fingers engaging in an artful dance, untangling brittle ends bleached by family summers by the sea. Her bed-sheets slipped away to expose the bountiful promise of impending adulthood. I paused, glimpsing the swell of her bosom and arc of her hips. I caught my breath and exhaled the stabbing from between my ribs. Who was this woman laying before me?
‘Leave me alone.’ she moaned, yanking at her bed-sheets, attempting to shield her womanhood from my prying eyes. Her freshly laundered clothing spilled to the floor. A padded bra dangled on the base of the bed, its attempt to mock me made fruitless by the regulation school knickers swinging from its clasp.
‘I asked you to put all that away before you went to bed last night, for God’s sake, can’t you do anything to help around here.’ I knelt beside her bed, retrieving her clothes from the floor. ‘I can’t even tell what is clean or what is dirty, how the hell can you live in such a pigsty.’
‘Go away.’ Her plea was muffled from under her pillow. ‘Can’t you just leave me alone.’
Her Disney alarm clock blinked: 7:15.
I picked up her school dress from the floor and attempted to shake off yesterday’s crumbs and creases. A chocolate wrapper and several silver coins card spilled from the pocket as I flung it onto her bed. ‘If you put your clothes away when I ask you then you can use the same basket to put your dirty stuff in. It can’t be that hard.’ I arranged her clothing into two piles: dirty and clean. ‘Now get up or you’ll be late for school.’ I stormed toward the door.
‘Mum. Mummm. Mummmmmm.’
I lingered a moment, ‘Yes?’
‘I don’t know where I put my English folder.’ She slipped the dress over her head and staggered to her desk where polaroids, pencils and paper were piled. A ceramic tree was laden with beaded bracelets, amongst them a baby bangle hung from a branch. An Iphone buzzed, though its messages appeared illegible from behind the cracked screen. ‘Don’t look at my phone.’ she flipped it over as I joined her in the search.
I pulled her pink swivel chair away from her desk to reveal a blue binder ‘Is this it?’ I waved it above my head, displaying my prize.
‘Thanks mum. Love you.’ She sidled up to me, allowing me to embrace her in my arms.
I stood on my tip-toes to kiss her cheek ‘I love you too darling, now hurry up you’re going to be late.’
Her Disney alarm clock blinked: 7:25.
October 8, 2015 at 12:15 am
Well written, as always.
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October 8, 2015 at 7:57 am
Thank you. Just capturing the morning routine!
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October 8, 2015 at 12:31 am
yes well written!
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October 8, 2015 at 11:01 am
Thank you. 🙂
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October 8, 2015 at 4:00 am
Great story, and a familiar one too! 🙂
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October 8, 2015 at 11:02 am
Yes, with a teen daughter I never know what each morning will bring! 🙂
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October 8, 2015 at 4:39 pm
Every day is a new adventure!😆
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October 8, 2015 at 10:47 am
Fun read!
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October 8, 2015 at 10:49 am
Thanks! Now it would be read her interpretation. 😉
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October 8, 2015 at 10:49 pm
Oh, sometimes they are a little hard to love.
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October 8, 2015 at 10:52 pm
You put your passion in to art simply and in a touching way.
Nice post
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October 9, 2015 at 2:25 pm
Thanks for the lovely comment.
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October 9, 2015 at 10:01 am
Every mother with a daughter can relate !
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October 9, 2015 at 2:24 pm
True, and of course, every mother has been a daughter! 🙂
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October 10, 2015 at 1:03 am
Brilliant, and so true. ❤ ❤
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October 10, 2015 at 6:51 am
Ah yes, the leave me alone, the cracked ipod screen and the never ending pile of clothes….I’m here to tell you, it only gets worse. My daughter is 20 and anytime I can see more wood floor than I do clothes, it’s pretty much considered a miracle. Enjoy! 🙂
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October 10, 2015 at 10:08 am
I think it’s called the ‘floordrobe’! 😉
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October 10, 2015 at 11:27 pm
Haha! Great word. I’m going to use that one!
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October 10, 2015 at 11:54 am
Growing up…
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October 10, 2015 at 11:59 am
In a blink… 😉
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October 10, 2015 at 12:12 pm
Crazy…
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October 10, 2015 at 3:39 pm
Thanks for your post. It’s something I’m not yet familiar with – although my nine year diamond princess is already displaying facets of attitude. I can’t wait!
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October 15, 2015 at 9:39 am
This was great, you’re an incredible writer!
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October 15, 2015 at 3:00 pm
Thank you for your lovely compliment, my writing is a work in progress!
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October 19, 2015 at 8:32 am
A great opening line and a tantalizing read thereafter. Well done!
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October 19, 2015 at 8:39 am
Thank you!
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October 19, 2015 at 8:39 am
No worries! 🙂
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October 19, 2015 at 10:21 am
I particularly appreciate you taking the time to comment! You are a busy man and the fact that you actually read each word is amazing! 🙂
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October 19, 2015 at 10:23 am
I read as many blog posts as I can daily. It helps to refresh my mind. 🙂
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October 9, 2015 at 4:02 pm
Aw shucks. It’s such a thrill to be appreciated – well my writing at least! 😉 Thank you!
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